“Uncle Chris?” he said with a note of feeble enquiry in his voice.
“Major Selby is my uncle.”
“Are you sure?” said Mr Pilkington. “I mean …”
Not being able to ascertain, after a moment’s self-examination, what he did mean, he relapsed into silence.
“Whatever are you doing here?” asked Uncle Chris.
“I’ve been having tea with Mr Pilkington.”
“But … but why Mr Pilkington?”
“Well, he invited me.”
“But how do you know him?”
“We met at the theatre.”